2005
04.13
04.13
A quick update to see some of the things I’m working on this semester. Read on to see the rest of the professional photography I had shot yesterday!
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The life of Sam Becker, his friends and family
2005
01.29
01.29
Two-thousand and five. It?s a new year, and with it, comes a new voicemail message (call, you won?t be disappointed), a new room in a new place, and now, miracle of miracles, a new web site posting. I know what you?re thinking … Sam, this web site was a chronicle of your exciting and outrageous gad abouts through Europe, what in the hell are you going to write about now that you?re in Syracuse, NY! Well, I?m damn glad you asked.
2004
12.16
12.16
The fabulous twenty-three on the door to my mews. Now that I am safely on my way back the US of A, I can divulge the secret location of my English whereabouts:
23 Beaumont Mews
Marylebone, London
England W1G 6EN
You can write, but I doubt my subsequent tenant will be forwarding my mail. I am somewhere over Greenland in a Boeing 747 as I pen these thoughts and reflect on my hurried morning, the last night in my cozy flat and my last thirty-six hours in London.
2004
12.12
12.12
Gill and I at our professor’s Christmas party this past Thursday. The picture was taken by Louisa, a fellow design student, with an artful blend of flash and ambient light. Our professor, whom we were not allowed to call professor, threw an amazing party in his amazing loft space near London Bridge underground station. We all came bearing gifts for the Nerici?s annual ?present trade.? After all of the numbers were called I had received, joy of joys, my teacher’s present: a three-dimensional storybook entitled My Granny’s Purse. I knew then why he had said that he ?hoped a bloke would get it.? The party was perfect, our teacher?s friends and wife were as outrageously Italian and cosmopolitan as we had predicted and the hors d’oeuvres and gin and tonics were unimpeachable.
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2004
11.22
11.22
I just returned last night from Paris for the second time this month. Booorrrrrring! The Eiffel tower doesn?t make my blood race anymore and the Louvre quite simply fails to rouse me the way it once did. I had less patience with the snooty shopkeepers and the French milieu proved quite lackluster this time around. I?m going to Prague and Amsterdam the next two upcoming weekends and this trip made me weep for the future.
2004
11.15
11.15
At long last, here it is in all of its glory: my rebuttal to Zoe?s ape caricature of me (view the much talked about and highly acclaimed article for a little context). While I was not looking at my sister when I drew this, I feel that the likeness is uncanny and that the drawing has an inspired and energetic feel, not to mention a quiet genius. I would write more, but I think that this drawing speaks for itself. Zoe, the ball is in your court, or should I say, pen? Read More >>
2004
10.03
10.03
So you’re probably wondering, “what on God’s green earth is that disturbing picture doing at the mast of my web site?” Allow me to explain. I had a small revelation last night while I was viewing my newly installed web statistics package; my invasive new system that records peoples? web surfing habits, browsers, operating systems and many other deeply secret things that I cannot share with you. I can however let you know that 63% of my audience thought that Kerry projected a stronger image than Bush at the last debate and 28% of you prefer boxers to briefs. Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, the ungodly fusion of a Golden Retriever and the North Star staff member, Kyle Iverson.
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2004
09.30
09.30
And so I said, “that’s a lovely airplane you have there, but you should see my fluggesellschaft!” Oh, those Germans! Fluggesellschaft is actually just a fancy German way of saying airplane, and I mention it because I just returned from the Rhineland and boy are my arms tired!
2004
09.20
09.20
Well, it’s been just over a fortnight since my last post and I’m just beginning to realize what it means to be a true Londoner. So what’s new, you say? Well they opened a new Tesco down the street from us (that’d be Marylebone High St). For those of you that don’t know, Tesco is like a mini Walmart/Target/K-Mart that specializes in groceries at bargain-basement prices. In other words Romy & Michelle would look at the sandwich I bought today and say, “you paid a whole pound for that?” Anyway, you get the gist. It will become the only place open after 5PM on a Sunday—so that’s a good thing. Now onto more important matters.
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